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So I finally figured out what bothered me so much about the woman that cut my hair the other day. I'm fine with the fact it didn't quite come out how I wanted, my reference pic. wasn't the best. What really bothered me was how tentative she was about cutting my hair. I know feed back from the client is needed, but it felt more like I had to tell her it was okay, really, every time she went to cut more off. That said I think I'd rather pay two dollars more and deal with someone who acts like they know what they're doing. Although if I ever want to pay someone to dye my hair I'll go to the place I went this week, it's a lot cheaper there.

In other hair news I decided to play with my hair before I took a shower, I managed to make a faux hawk, as the container of hair gel called it. I was amused, I took photos, maybe I'll share.

In none hair news I have bruises on both my shins from that stupid ladder I was hauling around yesterday at work. Not cool.

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I don't wanna go to work. *calls in dead and goes back to bed, okay not really*

I'm so punk...

okay not really, mostly I shouldn't be allowed to play with styling products before I'm fully awake.

(yes I know I look sort of stoned, I blink when the flash goes off, like pretty much always)

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I'm so full I feel sick. This is evidently what happens when one eats steak, half a mini loaf of garlic bread and most of a pretty big potato. I don't want to work in the morning. Or you know at all.

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It's not even 11 on a Saturday night and me and the roommate are both heading to bed. She has to be to work at 6:30, and I need to be to work at 9. Plus I'm tired, it's the whole being sort of sick thing I think.